Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fear. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Index,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.